“What’s wrong, Lover? He never made love to you that way, did he?” Apollo asked, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders.
No, he never did; that wasn’t the point. “It doesn’t matter,” she muttered, “Ares always whispers sweet nothings when he’s in the throes of passion.”
Apollo leaned in close to whisper in her ear, “Not like that, I wouldn’t think.” Ares was head over heels for Alena and she for him, nothing could be more right or more perfect. All was right in their world again; soon they would become complacent and then he would make his move.
“I am the Goddess of Love!” Aphrodite railed as she stood up to shake Apollo’s hands from her shoulders. “Why shouldn’t he make love to me like that?”
“Because he doesn’t love you,” Apollo shot back. “Why torture yourself with that?” He pointed to the mirror and the couple on the bed.
Aphrodite hadn’t started out with the goal of torturing herself by watching Ares and Alena, although it had ended up that way. She only wanted to know, to be sure that it was love between them. She had her answer and now she had to live with it. “Why are you even here? Why aren’t you fucking Daphne somewhere?”
“I already did,” he said with a grin. “We have appearances to keep up, you and I.”
“What’s the point? Alena already knows that the baby is Ares’.”
“The others do not, and we want to keep it that way,” Apollo reminded her sternly. He had been very surprised when Alena figured it all out so quickly and disappointed that she’d been able to get the truth out of Ares without killing him. He thought for sure the second the little Dark Fae found out she’d been betrayed by her lover, she’d cut Ares’ throat in his sleep. No doubt she wanted to, but it seemed that Alena was quickly catching on to the rules of living life on Olympus, even if she loathed them. “Why don’t you come to bed, my dear?”
Aphrodite grunted as her arms crossed over her ample bosom and her blue eyes rolled in their sockets. “I’d rather fuck a toad,” she huffed. “Go away, Apollo.” He only stood there grinning at her from ear to ear and infuriating her. “Get out!” she shrieked and shoved him with both hands planted on his chest. He went stumbling backward from the force, but he didn’t turn to leave. “I don’t ever want to see you again! Go! Get out!” To punctuate her meaning, she kept shoving him backward toward the bedroom door and ultimately to the front door of the temple. “I hate you! I hate what the two of you are doing and what you’ve done to me!”
When she hit him for the sixth or seventh time, Apollo grabbed her wrists and held them like a vice. Aphrodite let out a cry of pain. “Just be a good girl, shut up, and stay in your place.” Giving her a harsh shove backward, he watched her stumble, lose her balance and fall onto her plump ass. “If you screw this up, Lady of Love, all of Olympus will come down on your pretty head.”
III
On the beach below, Ares and Alena continued their evening. “I think I’m forgetting something,” Ares wondered aloud as he stared down at the naked woman laid out at his side.
“Are you?”
“Yes, what could it be?” he teased as he reached out and ran his hand along the curve of her face to the nape of her neck. “Something…important, I think.”
“Very important, but what could it be?” Alena tugged at the Bonds. “Let me go.”
Ares’ fingertips traced along the curve of her breast down the flat of her stomach. “Never. I will never, ever let you go.” Moving in swiftly he went for the nape of her neck with his teeth again as he pinned down her arms with his hands and mounted her. Instantly she was his again, under his control, his command, and the night was still young.
When Ares penetrated her, the tears welled in her eyes once more as she stared up at him and the glittering night around them. Just having him inside of her again was almost enough to make her cum. “Say it again,” she whispered.
“Always you and me,” Ares promised once more, “always like this.”
Tied to the bed and no longer caring about the restraints, Alena’s legs spread wide for him and Ares pushed the rest of his hot rod into her with a satisfied groan of pleasure.
Home. Finally. Home.
The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks at the shore was drowned out by a symphony of grunts, groans, breathless moans and whispered promises of nights to come. Ares wasn’t done with his little bag of tricks yet and with her eyes closed and her bound hands reaching for him, he reached for the small purple vibrator. Running one hand over her soft sweaty breasts he reached behind, found what he wanted, and slowly pushed the vibrator into her largely untouched pucker hole. Her eyes flew open as her hips bore down on it to take it and him further inside. When he turned it on, she started to coo. Both of her holes filled, it wasn’t long before they started to climax, although neither wanted to reach the end of the journey. Nevertheless, yes, the night was young and he was very virile; this wouldn’t be the end but just another stop on the way to the night’s final destination that still stretched out far ahead of them. Surging in and out of her, feeling the hard vibrating fake cock just on the other side of that thin membrane, he wondered what it would be like to have another man in their bed, but knew there were some women in this world that were meant to be shared and others who were not. Alena definitely fell into the latter category so this would have to do. Besides, Ares had the distinct feeling that he wouldn’t react well to seeing another man touch her, kiss her, hold her close and bring forth these siren sounds from deep within her. He might just become so enraged that he’d kill that bastard even if he were invited.
“Untie me, please,” she whispered as she reached out for him against the Bonds. She wanted to rake his nails down his back and then over his firm ass, pulling and pushing him and the toy in deeper.
“Tempting, but no. Cum for me, now.” Rising up on his knees, Ares reached down, grabbed hold of her knees, pushed them up to her ears as his cock hardened still and began to pulse inside her.
Alena was almost there, almost, but she wanted to ride the wave of passion a little higher and little longer before giving in to it.
Ares used her legs to twist Alena onto her side below him, one of her legs through his and the other stretched up to his shoulder. He held her down by the force of his weight, his toes ground into the mattress as he gave a harder thrust. His hands now free, they roamed up and down her exposed flank, over a heaving breast and then moved to pin down her hands so desperately searching for him, pushing them roughly into the pillows. At the touch of his skin on hers, she let out a little squeal and then a deep moan. “I said now. Do it.”
Whatever he wanted, whatever he commanded, how could she resist? Alena let that crashing wave come down again and wash over her as it swept her away. Toes curling, arms still trying to resist the grasp upon them and every muscle in her body strained upward begging for more, she greeted him. The foot between his legs wrapped around his upper thigh while the one near his shoulder found its way around his upper back. Both of them clamped down, giving her hips more leverage to grind, to squeeze, and reach the pinnacle of delight and desire.
Always wanting to be a benevolent Master but never able to ignore his cruel streak, once Ares found that sweet spot deep inside of her he didn’t let up; Alena just kept cumming below him. As long as he kept it up she wouldn’t be able to stop, but there was a fine line between incredible sexual prowess and torture. Her slender body stiff, her breasts standing straight up nearly staring at him with those hard nipples, breath scarce in her lungs as the hot musky fluid continued flowing over him, Alena began turning blue. The hand at her wrists descended quickly to wrap around her throat, just the touch of it brought her higher but when it closed down like a vice she started to convulse as though she had been possessed by some divine spirit. The headboard rattled as the wind kicked up and began blowing a gale, forcing the waves harder into the rocks, crashing with an echoing resound.
“Air,” Ares muttered and bent closer t
o her, “open your eyes, woman, see what you are doing.”
Opening her eyes was so hard; she didn’t have the energy to flutter her lids or the will to concentrate on doing so but she tried. The lids opened a crack to see the night sky darkening overhead and to feel the cold wind blowing on her naked skin. Ares glanced off to the right and her gaze followed to see dozens of waterspouts dancing on the rising waves and dust devils twirling on the shore.
“This is why we are so good together. This is why you’re mine and I’m yours. Always.”
Alena didn’t know she was doing it, she didn’t feel anything but Ares, in her, over her, on her and all around her. She felt his heat and it made her lighter than a hot air balloon, she never wanted to come back down to Earth. Fire feeds off Air; just as it warms it and makes it lighter, the fuel she fed his Fire cause it to flash and engulf both of them until it burned itself out. The waterspouts and dust devils dancing so magickally moved toward each other; in the water they merged and the same happened on land until there was a waterspout fifty feet high throwing Poseidon’s water and his fish far and wide, while on the shore a small tornado roared, kicking up sand in all directions. Each exploded outward when the couple on the bed could climb no higher and they lay breathless, sweaty, and completely spent on the bed.
It took him a few moments but when the strength began returning to Ares’ arms, he reached up and untied the knots on the Bonds. Her arms fell to the bed as he rolled off her and lay next to her. Happy exhausted gray eyes stared back at him while he picked up her arm, held it high in the air and then let go. It fell to the bed with a little plop. He did it again and got the same result.
When he tried a third time Alena pulled it away weakly. “What are you doing?”
“Checking your tension meter. I don’t seem to be finding any.”
“Nope, none.” She moved closer to him and wrapped her tired arms around him. “But I’m not done with you yet. Just give me a moment to recuperate.”
Ares chuckled as he took her up in his arms and looked around. The table lay on its side, blown over by the force of the small tornado, and the fire was greatly diminished by the sand and water that washed up on the shore. “I think you broke some of your wine bottles.”
“I’ll get more,” she replied in a happy daze and then drew in a long deep breath to fill her aching lungs. “You first.” Although it took a good bit of doing, Alena dragged herself up and untied one of the Bonds on the headboard. “What do you say? My turn?”
Ares looked at the strand of magick silk in her hand as his upper lip curled and his eyes began to sparkle. “When did you get so bold?”
“Tonight.” She reached out and hauled him upward by one of his brawny arms, then moved behind him. Ares thought she intended to harness him to the bed the way he had done, but she had other plans. Strength coming back into her as her mind filled with delightful thoughts, she tied his hands behind his back, low near the small of his back so that when she pushed him back to the mattress his own weight held him down. Alena looked at the array of the items, knowing what most of them were but wondering about some and knowing that he’d show her their uses in the not too distant future. An event to look forward to with great anticipation. Ares stirred something in her tonight and her curiosity was piqued; she wanted to know something and to show him the same thing. No other man in their bed was a good policy, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t try other things just as he’d done earlier with the little vibrator still humming on the bed.
Crawling over, she kissed his neck and then sunk her teeth over it just below his right ear; Ares let out a low moan and shiver as she settled over him. “I think now you’re mine and you’ll just have to do as I say, won’t you?” she whispered heatedly as her hands grabbed at his head and ran through his hair, twisting long raven tendrils around her fingers as they went.
This seemed like a much better game than the one he’d played with Aphrodite, and Ares found himself desperately hoping that the Goddess of Love was up on Olympus watching them and seething with envy. “Whatever you want, my Lady.”
“Just call me Mistress,” she dared and moved down on him, letting her hands and her tongue explore every ripped, muscled inch as they had been earlier denied.
“Mistress,” Ares mumbled, “I like it.”
“I thought you might; now be a good boy and let me do what I want.” What she wanted more than anything was to touch every inch of him over and over again and to never stop. How could she have been so foolish as to deny this for so long? Her hips wiggling down on him, she felt the tip of his cock bump up against the curve of her ass; it was wet and soft but growing again. “What’s this?” she asked as she reached over and picked up the hefty dildo she thought had been inside of her. “Is this what you used?”
“Yes,” Ares replied, anxious to see what she was going to do with it and Alena didn’t disappoint. She arched her back to push herself up and forward so he had a perfect view when she put the tip of the dildo against her waiting hole and then pushed it inside. Ares swallowed hard and felt his heart race as he watched her grind on it, feeling his cock hardening just below the crack of her fine ass and wondering if she was really going to do it or if she just intended to tease him. That would be all right; he liked a good tease as much as the next God.
“Do you want to watch me cum with this?”
“Oh yes,” Ares stammered, “I’d like that.” Just as Alena did before him, Ares wanted to reach out and touch her, wanted to help with the pleasurable task she was accomplishing, but the Bonds at his wrists wouldn’t hear of it. All he could do was watch, and listen, and breathe in the intoxicating scents wafting to him, filling his head and his body, making his cock twitch and throb with each thrust of the toy.
Although she could bring herself off with the toy, she knew something Ares would like even more. Settling back a little further on her hips and stretching forward with her torso, Alena was just able to make it to the top of his chest so that she could whisper, “I only cum for you.” She felt the goosebumps break out all over him just as she sat up quickly, her long silver hair cascading out behind her and shimmering in the moonlight, as her gray eyes lit up with devilish delight. She didn’t have to touch it to know he was fully hard, but she licked her lips when she grabbed a hold of his shaft and then held the tip of it firmly between her lower cheeks and to her waiting little hole. “You want to show me your Greek tonight?” She watched him smile as the words he said to her came back to him. Though they’d only done this twice before, that was what Ares said both times; I want to show you my Greek tonight. Now it was her turn, although she wasn’t Greek. The dildo filling her pussy, she settled down on the tip of his shaft and let gravity take over as it slowly and joyfully impaled her until both holes were full again.
Ares’ eyes rolled back in his head. Alena had only let him do this twice before and neither time was she able to take all of him into her tender place. His shaft penetrated further and deeper as gravity caused her to slide excruciatingly slowly down on him until he was all the way inside. Her hips rocked as her back rolled on him and the toy until Ares thought he’d lose his mind to the passion and delight, the heat rising around and in him again. “Untie me, woman.” He wanted to grab those hips and push them down further, just to help her, that was all, yes, just to help.
“No,” she moaned in a teasing whisper, “you’re mine.” Her hands no longer necessary to hold his cock upward now that he was buried deep within her, she let both of them grab, grasp, pull and knead his slick dark flesh. She’d never seen a man like him, never thought she’d have one like him below her or over her once, never mind for a lifetime. She wanted to show him how much she appreciated it. Her hands planted over his heart, she pumped up and down, rocking and rolling her hips until both of them were quivering with passionate delight. She’d never felt so full or so much like a woman as she did straddling him, riding him at breakneck speed like the finest of thoroughbreds thundering toward the finish line at t
he Kentucky Derby. “Cum for me, give me what I want,” Alena demanded as her finger twirled around in Ares’ soft thick chest hairs and began pulling on them just before she bowed down with her ass high and began to nibble the dark flesh taunting her. The taste of him, salty and sweet, mixed with the masculine scent of him filled her head, turning each playful nibble in a harder, more demanding bite as her nails sunk deep into his toned flanks. Then she was cumming and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back. The last time they did this, she came first and then it hurt; it was agony to have him buried deep in that nearly virginal space. She didn’t want it to hurt, never wanted this feeling of ecstasy to turn to agony. She wanted to do this for many nights to come without fear. “Cum!” Alena grunted the demand and bit him so hard she tasted his Ichor on her tongue. Ares’ used the hands behind his back to push upward as hips rose up and he froze in place. “Now! Give me what’s mine!”
No more holding back, he hated to cum before she did but this time there was no choice. Just as Ares let go so did Alena. He dumped a hot load of spew into her ass while those snug walls pulsed and grabbed for all he could give her and the toy pumped in and out of her swollen little pussy.
Still with both of them nestled deep inside, Alena collapsed on him and nuzzled her cheek into the sweaty flesh over his thundering heart and deep into the soft mat of fur. “I love you,” she whispered.
Chapter Sixteen
An Excitable Boy
I
Eros was grateful to see his Father and Alena come late morning. Although he was very excited to finally have Onya to himself for an entire night—and in his Father’s house no less—Raven had been up all night crying, nearly screaming as though he were in agony. Eros’ plans for a long leisurely romantic evening and a hot night went up in smoke.
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